I’m on the precipice, my body humming with tension, when he eases back. I whine a protest, but he only chuckles, a low, husky sound. “Patience, Elena.”
He moves up and over me, his chest pressing against my back, his hands smoothing my hair away from my face. He kisses the nape of my neck, a soft, lingering kiss that’s a stark contrast to the fire still burning low in my belly.
“I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll forget your own name,” he whispers in my ear. "Then I'm going to do it again."
I shiver, a wave of goosebumps breaking out over my skin. I can feel his hard cock against my thigh, a promise of what’s to come. He takes my hand and laces our fingers together, his thumb stroking the back of my hand.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
I nod, unable to speak.
He enters me in one smooth, slow thrust that has us both gasping. He's big, and I'm already so sensitive, so full of need that the sheer stretch of him is almost enough to send me over the edge. He doesn't move for a long moment, letting me adjust, letting me feel every inch of him.
“Okay?” he asks, his voice strained.
“Okay,” I manage, my own voice a ragged whisper.
He starts to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first, a steady, rhythmic glide that builds the pressure inside me again. His hands are everywhere, on my hips, my breasts, my stomach. He’s murmuring to me in Italian, a string of words I don’t need to understand.
He reaches around to find my clit, his fingers stroking in time with his thrusts, and that’s all it takes.
The world splinters apart, a kaleidoscope of color and sensation as I come with a cry that’s half his name, half a sob.
He doesn't stop, his pace increasing, his own breathing becoming ragged as he chases his own release.
“Elena,” he groans, my name a prayer on his lips as he follows me over the edge, his release a hot, sudden flood inside me.
Before I can collapse onto the bed, his strong arms are around me, guiding me to my side, so we don't crush the baby. My back to his chest. I'm boneless, spent, my body still humming with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
Luca kisses my shoulder, then my neck, his lips soft and gentle now. He's still inside me, a warm, heavy weight that feels more like an anchor than anything else. He's still for a moment, just breathing, just holding me.
"Okay?" he asks again, his voice a low rumble against my ear.
"Mmm," is all I can manage, a sound of pure, unadulterated contentment.
I can feel his smile against my skin. "Good."
He starts to move again, his hips rocking in a slow, easy rhythm. This isn't the frantic, desperate pace from before. This is something else. Something deeper, more intimate.
His hand rests on my belly, his thumb stroking lazy circles over my skin. He's not trying to make me come again, not yet. This is just for us. Just for the feeling of being connected, of being as close as two people can possibly be.
I close my eyes and just let myself feel. The weight of his body against mine. The slow, steady rhythm of his hips. The warmth of his hand on my stomach. The sound of his breathing in my ear.
He leans in and kisses my cheek, his lips soft and gentle. "Ti amo," he whispers.
I turn my head, our lips meeting in a slow, tender kiss. "Ti amo anch'io," I whisper back.
We lie there for a long time, just rocking, just breathing, just being. The city outside continues to glitter, a distant, irrelevant backdrop to our own private world.
He starts to move a little faster, his thrusts a little harder. His hand slides from my stomach to my breast, his thumb circlingmy nipple. I can feel the pressure building inside me again, a slow, steady burn.
"Luca," I breathe, my voice a little desperate.
"I know," he murmurs, his lips against my ear. "Let go, Elena. I've got you."
His words are my undoing. The second orgasm is even more intense than the first, a wave of pleasure so powerful it almost hurts. I cry out his name, my body arching against his as he continues to move, drawing out my release until I'm a trembling, quivering mess.
He follows me over the edge again, his own release a low, guttural groan against my ear.
